It was one of the last days of summer. The sky was big and blue, the birds were singing, and the sun was warming up my belly. I thought I’d relax with a book, but Steve was on a different page entirely–the one where he’s on his knees and I’m dripping precum and sweat into the hair between his bear buns. I tried and tried to make it last, but I couldn’t wait to get to the end. Then came Steve’s sequel, with–you guessed it!–a riveting, explosive climax. Now I want to read it again, but the pages are all stuck together.